It is only the story. . . that saves our progeny from blundering like blind beggars into the spikes of the cactus fence. The story is our escort;without it,we are blind. Does the blind man own his escort?No,neither do we the story;rather,it is the story that owns us.
Twas the saying of an ancient sage that humour was the only test of gravity, and gravity of humour. For a subject which would not bear raillery was suspicious; and a jest which would not bear a serious examination was certainly false wit.